Self-Deprecation.

So we got chewed out yesterday. After getting off to a bad start for the day, things continued to spiral downward. Scott and I were sat down for a talk. It was condescending. The problem with monkey labor is that if you do screw up, you probably deserve the kind of lecture we got. I felt like I was sitting in Peg Nickerson’s office watching her chain smoke and tell me how much smarter than me she is/was. Oh, to be in sixth grade again. 

 

Problems solved and no jobs lost, although, as it turns out, there is a moderate expectation that we show up on time. I always thought the appointed hour was more of a suggestion, a framework like that of Middle East peace, to be followed loosely, if at all, in probably achieving nothing. Lesson learned.

 

The whole situation, not to bemoan this too much, reminded me of my innagural call to Talk of the Nation on NPR. Bill Simmons, a hero of mine from ESPN, was discussing the NCAA tournament, and I felt I had something pertinent to share. I am the first caller on the archive and I was awkward and nervous. I’m not even sure I understand what I said. Just disappointing all around. I hope Neil Cohen will take my call again. I might be blacklisted.

I’m glad to hear my family’s beloved patriarch is Wii’ing until his heart is content . The image alone is enough to make me happy for days. I look forward to the Rosenberg Olympiad 2009, in which boxing will not be included. 

LAw & Order

I began writing the inevitable introduction of/to a new blog/BLOG. For the third time, I faced the prepositional and capitalizationalist quandaries above.  I made a few changes this time. Got away from Blogspot and Google. Moved to WordPress and paid money; which is cool, because now we’re going multimedia. See, wanting to be a rapper, this is my new favorite tool of media onslaught. Or something like that. Actually, I’m just really confident my grandmother will read this, and I want her to think I’m doing big things. Either way, I’ll be adding music as we make it and some videos by Jay. 


I also decided my nifty sifting of the internet/Internet, thorough yet not so deep as to alienate the average surfer, should be shared. Tidbits like the Gilligan’s Island lady getting busted with weed. The moral of the story is to not allow hitchhikers to smoke unknown substances in your car. This is a valuable lesson. 


Jay, his older brother Scott, and I, live on N. Sepulveda Blvd., a quaint little road spanning 42.8 miles from North of the San Fernando Valley to Long Beach. According to that Guinness Book, it is the longest municipal street in the world. We live between Sherman Oaks and Van Nuys.


I have been enjoying TNT’s 6-hours of Law & Order per day. I do, however, take the 2-hour stretch of Charmed as a personal affront. Criminal Intent, S.V.U., hell I’ll even watch the obscure period post-Briscoe when Green was partnered up with that classic mafia guy from the Elmore Leonard movies. Don’t get me wrong; neither Ray Barboni from Get Shorty, nor Mr. Big from Sex in the City can rekindle the flames fanned during the Orbachian Era. 


Jay and I got tickets to the Pacific Life Pac-10 Tournament this evening. We will be watching our lowly Cats in the play-in game against a lowlier Oregon State. I’m excited for my first Staples Center experience; see how underachievement looks under the bright lights of Los Angeles.